Somewhere in the darkness, <br />though I have tried I lost your <br />love. Growing colder, the <br />passion of the past can never <br />be undone. In the lonely <br />light of everything that can <br />now never be, I await your <br />return. Pretending not to see, <br />I bow my head knowing all is <br />lost. Lamenting the passage <br />of time, it is only in your memory <br />that I will ever be set free.<br /><br />David Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-42/
